Looking through the pregnancy blogs I used to read. I’m not interested in reading about healthy pregnancies, obviously. It sucks. It’s painful. It’s not effing fair. So why do I read them? Because they might lose the baby. I don’t want them to join this miserable club, but if they do, I want to be there for them. Even the bloggers who’ve gotten to 37 weeks, and are so convinced that a baby is coming home soon. Even the blogger still in her first trimester, working on her registry. They all think they’ve made it, and they’re having a baby. I’m lurking on their blogs, feeling like an old crone, shaking my head, hoping for the best, but knowing all too well how it could actually go.
Pregnancies don’t always result in bringing home a baby, people. I know what it’s like to be you, skipping merrily down the sidewalk, oblivious to cliff’s edge just before you.